instantly knew the granddaughter was this man’s daughter. His eyes reflected a deep desolate pain. I
took the items and processed his return. At the end he gently took my hand and thanked me for all I
had done for his family.
“This time has been very difficult.”
It was his voice’s turn to break and I just squeezed his hand back. I think the wrong person was
being thanked. These two men and their daughter/granddaughter gave me the greatest gift of all. The
reminder to not take any second of life for granted. To never miss a chance to love. To use the freedom
many die for wisely.
This Fourth of July, in the midst of barbecues, pool parties, and fireworks, please remember to
thank those in uniform. And thank all of their family members, who sacrifice so much time with their
loved ones so we can enjoy time with ours.
About the Author:
Please
remember to thank
those in
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Lydia Dodson is a freelance writer. Originally a California girl, she found her way to Virginia and graduated
from the College of William and Mary with a degree in
English. When she is not writing, you can find her beebopping the streets of Colonial Williamsburg, playing
board games, practicing her jump shot, or being an Aunt
to her two beautiful nieces and amazing nephew.